The snow was getting heavy as the dove demihuman searched for berries to eat. They had already made a makeshift nest, having lost their family to some nobles. Rude, dirty humans weren't to be trusted, and that was clear. Demihumans were taken in as slaves. I will not be taken in, I won't- Suddenly, they were captured by some knights.

When they woke up, they were in a palace, in front of Emperor Allen. He looked amazing, striking even, as he regarded them with apparent admiration. The cold stone floor chilled their bare feet, while the warm air from the hearth carried the scent of cinnamon and pine.

Allen was usually a very difficult person, but once his eyes landed on them, his facade changed completely—from sour to something like a lemon with a teaspoon of sugar, or perhaps a grapefruit. He pondered on what to do with them, which confused the court. Usually demihumans were slaves, almost always, but he said concubine, which confused everyone especially the young demihuman. The other concubines didn't take a liking to them, but that was fine—they didn't like the other people either.

As Emperor Allen walked forward, everyone bowed except the demihuman. He chuckled, walking closer to them, tilting up their chin gently before asking, 'And what is your name, little dove?'